occasionally hurt hearts give way to droll souls in the hope that may placate the pain we maintain in veins that slowly drains us. ( in the hope that we may heal ) © Hudson Biko Photograph: Xavier Sotomayor Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Droll (It’s been a while since I did one these, thought I’dContinue reading “hope”


The numbers trickle like rain on window panes On summer mornings mourning the disappearance of tranquility and rationality In worlds moving across computer screens like words typed at 200 over the limit per minute Opening scars left unfilled by likes and open mics On Sunday nights in bars that barred the entrance of those whoContinue reading “Meddle”